If I still wait where you are, will you look back?
If my heart comes back, will you still wait where you are?
If I love you, will you give up for me?
They say that love has thousands of forms, so is there one called lost and found?
When love sheds its original beautiful and misty coat in the years, is the love I thought in those years still so beautiful?
After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to change this article to what I originally thought, a half-truth and half-false story about him. This is a love that I am still waiting for, and the ending is especially unknown. But I hope they can have a different ending in the story.